Bab 869: Its Time To Stir Shit Up!

The fellow with the bronze skin was in a miserable state, his flesh ruptured all over and his bones broken in various places. He could barely get up from the place he had been sent flying to, and no one made a move to help him. 

The finger that pointed at him retracted, its owner once again receding into their seat with an aloof expression as they continued reading their tome. 

Misery by the side sneered at the injured fellow. 

Trying to attack me? Don't you know my grandma is a fucking 9th Order Mage? In fact, she was known to be slightly above 9th Order due to her own unique spells and applications, which was why she was called the strongest sorceress.